Bull (Dixie Reapers MC 4)

by Harley Wylde, Jessica Coulter Smith

  After a bit more walking, my feet started to ache and my ribs were hurting from the tattoo. A line of trees nearby drew my attention and I went to sit under one. I remembered in elementary school a teacher once told us if we were lost and we couldn’t find an adult, the best thing to do was remain still until someone found us. This probably wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but maybe the same principle would work. I tipped my head back against the trunk of the tree after I’d settled at the base and closed my eyes. How long before someone would find me? Would Bull even care that I was missing? Would he notice? He seemed to want me, but I still didn’t understand how he could want someone like me when he could have that sexy woman who’d tried to lay claim to him in the clubhouse. Was she with him even now?

  My gut clenched at the thought. He’d made me feel special, something no one else had ever done before. I couldn’t remember a time in my life anyone had given a shit about me. For some reason, I’d thought he might be different. The way he touched me, kissed me… I’d never felt something like that before. Maybe I’d just read too much into things.

  I didn’t know how long I stayed under the tree, but slowly, the sun began lowering in the sky. The horizon was awash with pinks and oranges before I heard the rumble of a motorcycle. A blond man I hadn’t seen before stopped his bike at the edge of the grass, put down the kickstand, and shut off the engine. He approached me slowly and knelt a foot away, almost as if he were afraid he’d spook me.

  “Darian?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “I’m Flicker. You scared the shit out of Bull. He’s been yelling at everyone and was about to tear the damn compound apart. He didn’t realize you’d left the front porch, and by the time he got away from the grabby club slut, you’d disappeared. How long have you been out here, honey?”

  I shrugged. “A while. I got lost.”

  He smiled a little and held out a hand. “Come on. Let’s get you home so that man of yours can settle the fuck down. I think Torch is about ready to tranquilize him.”

  “He wouldn’t really do that, would he?” I asked, accepting his hand and standing up.

  “Your man didn’t exactly get his name because he’s subtle. And yeah, if Torch thought it would be best for everyone, he would have no trouble doing something like that, or knocking him the fuck out,” Flicker said. He helped me onto the back of the bike, and then we were off.

  It felt awkward holding onto a man I didn’t even know, and I tried to keep some distance between us without me falling off. That would just be a perfect ending to my crappy afternoon. Flicker had barely pulled into the driveway before Bull was charging down the steps toward me. The bike hadn’t even come to a complete stop before Bull had pulled me off and into his arms. His embrace was tight as he breathed me in, and I winced and bit my lip to stop from crying out as he squeezed my tattoo. I felt a tremor run through him and realized that he must have been really concerned. Had I really worried him that much?

  “I’m fine,” I said softly. “I just got lost.”

  “I’ll let everyone know she’s safe,” Flicker said, then I heard his bike take off down the road.

  “I’m sorry if I scared you,” I mumbled against Bull’s chest. “I was trying to come home, but I guess I got turned around.”

  “I thought you were gone, but Johnny was at the gate and said no one had left,” Bull said. “Then I thought maybe your dad was already here and had found a way to get to you.”

  He pulled back and cupped my cheek. The tenderness and concern in his eyes made my eyes prick with tears. I’d never known anyone before who cared what happened to me. While I didn’t like that I’d worried him, it was nice to know that someone actually felt something for me, strongly enough that they would miss me if I were gone.

  “Come on, sweet girl,” Bull said. “Let’s take care of that tattoo and get you something to eat. I brought your burger home. We can heat it up, or I can take you somewhere for dinner if you want.”

  “I’m… I’m sorry for running off. I know I should have stayed and put her in her place but…”

  He tipped my chin up and lightly pressed his lips to mine. “She’s not going to be a problem anymore. All right? I won’t lie. There are others, but I think the message has been delivered that the club sluts are to give me a wide berth from now on. I think I got to be something of a challenge for them because I haven’t touched them for a while.”

  He led me into the house and straight back to our bathroom. While I stripped out of my clothes, he started the shower, then undressed. He tested the water before taking my hand and pulling me into the glassed-in stall. Bull shut the door, then washed me with the lightest touch, almost as if he were afraid I’d break. He crowded me against the tiled wall and cupped my jaw. The intensity of his gaze nearly took my breath away.

  “No more running. If you don’t like something, you tell me. If someone says or does something they shouldn’t, you tell me. It’s my job to take care of you, Darian, and I know I should have put that slut in her place a lot faster than I did, and for that I’m sorry. When you told her to keep her hands off me, I thought you were going to take care of her.”

  “I guess that’s what an old lady would have done, huh?” I asked.

  “Yeah. But you’ve been my old lady for not even a day.” He smiled a little. “Once you settle in a little more, I’m sure you’ll be kicking all their asses.”

  I hoped he was right. I’d never been around a bunch of bikers before, and I really wanted to fit in. Having friends and being part of a family would be a new experience for me. We finished washing each other, then Bull gently dried me and tended to my tattoo. Part of me was disappointed he hadn’t tried to do more. While he got dressed, in what seemed to be his standard T-shirt, jeans, boots, and his leather cut, I stared at all the clothes he’d bought for me.

  “Are we still meeting your daughter and her family for dinner?” I asked. Ridley might have caught a quick look at me as I’d run through the clubhouse that first time, but if I was going to actually meet her, I wanted to look nice.

  “You’ve probably had enough excitement for one day. We can get together with Ridley and the girls anytime. If you’re up for going out somewhere, there’s a good steak place not too far from here. Nothing fancy, but the food is really good,” Bull said.

  “Steak?” I looked away from my clothes and stared at him.

  “What?” His brow furrowed. “You don’t eat steak?”

  “I’ve never tried it.”

  He rubbed a hand through his beard, then nodded his head. “Then we’re going to eat steak tonight. Anything else you want to try, you let me know, and I’ll make it happen. But if you want anchovies on your pizza, I’m ordering you one of your own. That shit’s nasty.”

  I giggled and went back to looking at my new wardrobe. He’d said the place was casual so I pulled out one of my new pair of jeans and a fitted black top with a cutout pattern down the short sleeves. It was cute without being dressy. The back of my neck warmed, and I glanced toward Bull to find him watching me intently as I pulled out a pretty lace bra and matching panties. My cheeks flushed, and the garments fell to the floor as he prowled closer.

  “You’re wearing those?” he asked, his lips brushing along my neck.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Maybe we have a little more time than I thought, because I damn sure won’t be able to keep my hands to myself knowing what you have on under your clothes.”

  “Michael,” I moaned.

  “It’s going to be quick.”

  “I don’t care. I know you’ll make it up to me later.”

  “You better fucking believe I will. I’m going to taste every inch of you tonight and fuck you until both of us pass out.”

  I squeezed my thighs together as an ache began to build. Would I always get so turned on just from him talking dirty to me? I loved the filthy things that came out of his mouth, especially when he was deep inside me. I didn’t think I’d ever mind sleepless nights
if it meant that I got to feel his hands and lips on me.

  I heard the rasp of his zipper, then he kicked my feet farther apart. I braced my hands on the top of the chest and pushed my ass out. His hand went from my hip, down my belly, and between my splayed legs. The first brush of his fingers over my clit and I cried out, feeling like sparks were shooting through me. His touch was magic, and nothing would ever convince me otherwise.

  He worked my clit as he rubbed his cock against my ass. If he kept it up, I was going to come before he even got inside me, but that may have been exactly what he wanted.

  “Michael, please,” I begged.

  “Not yet, baby. I want you nice and wet.”

  He kept teasing me, alternating between stroking my clit and lightly pinching it. I was a quivering mess, whimpers and more pleading words escaping my lips, but he wouldn’t relent. I wanted his cock inside me, and I wasn’t above grinding against him in an effort to make his iron-clad control snap.

  He pulled his hips back, and I felt a sharp sting as he swatted my ass. “Be a good girl,” he said. “You’ll get my cock when I’m good and ready to give it to you.”

  “Michael, I need you. I need your cock so badly.”

  “Soon, baby.”

  The next time he pinched my clit, I came, screaming out his name as waves of pleasure rolled over me. His beard tickled my shoulder as he kissed his way up to my neck and then nipped my ear.

  “Don’t move,” he said.

  I felt him move away and heard a drawer opening. A moment later, I heard the snick of a bottle opening and I tried to look over my shoulder but received another swat to my ass.

  “Face forward,” he said.

  The demanding tone of his voice had me biting my lip.

  I didn’t know what he was doing, and when he parted the cheeks of my ass, I tensed for a moment. My body was drawn tight and yet he didn’t make a move. Other than holding me open, he didn’t touch me, didn’t speak. Not knowing what would happen next was making my heart race.

  “Do you know what I thought that first night when I found you in the bedroom?” he asked.

  “No, what?”

  “I thought about how much I wanted your lips around my cock, wanted to fuck your pussy until you couldn’t walk… and I thought about how much I wanted to pound into this tight little ass of yours.”

  I gasped and tensed more. “You’re… you’re going to…”

  “Oh yeah, baby. And I’m willing to bet that you’re going to like it.”

  I felt his finger, slick with lube, brush against a place I’d always thought of as forbidden. My cheeks flamed as I realized that it actually felt pretty damn good, even if it was a little weird. His beard tickled me as he kissed along my upper back and slowly worked his finger inside me.

  “That’s it, baby. Relax and let me in,” he murmured.

  Relaxing was easier said than done, but I was trying. I wanted to please him, and if he thought this was something I would enjoy, then I was willing to listen. I knew that if it hurt, or if I didn’t like it, that he’d stop. He might be a big, tough biker, but he also cared about me, and I knew Michael would never hurt me.

  “Fuck, Darian. So damn tight.”

  His finger slowly fucked me, and soon I felt that growing ache between my legs again. I tried to spread farther, wanting his cock so damn bad. I could feel my juices trickling down my legs I was so fucking wet.

  “Let’s see if you can take two,” he said.

  I gasped at the pinch of a second finger being added, but after a few strokes, I was moaning and wanting more. It burned a little, but there was something building inside me. I didn’t even get a warning before he added a third finger, and I felt like I was stretched to the max, but I knew his cock was even bigger. I didn’t know if I could handle him fucking my ass, and I wasn’t sure if that shiver that raked over me was from fear or excitement. Or maybe it was both.

  “Still want my cock?” he asked, his lips brushing against my ear.

  “Yes. So much.”

  “I could never deny you something you wanted,” he said.

  I felt his cock brush my pussy and then he was thrusting inside, deep and hard as his fingers kept working my ass. I cried out from the overwhelming sensations. He didn’t slow down, didn’t stop, just fucked me with an intensity I’d never felt before. His cock plunged into my pussy again and again as those fingers nearly drove me mad. It didn’t take long before I was coming again, and I heard him grunt as his release splashed inside me.

  “Christ, Darian. The things you do to me.”

  I whimpered as he drove into me again and again. Even when his cock was twitching and he’d stilled inside me, he still felt hard as a damn post. His cock slid free of my body, but his fingers were still working my ass. I trembled, wanting more and yet not knowing if I could handle it.

  “I’ll stop if you want me to, but I really want to fuck this ass of yours,” he murmured.

  “Keep going.”

  His fingers slid free of me, and then I felt the head of his cock press against that tight hole. It took everything in me to relax enough to let him in, and it burned way more than his fingers had. He was fucking huge, and I didn’t know if I could take him, but he took his time working his cock into me. Once he was buried deep inside me, he began playing with my clit again. I felt more turned on than I ever had before, and it didn’t take much before I was pushing back against him. He seemed to take that as some sort of sign, and soon his cock was driving into me, harder and deeper with every stroke.

  “Michael!” I cried out as I felt another orgasm drawing close.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said. “Let me feel that ass squeeze my cock.”

  His words alone triggered my release, and as stars burst behind my closed eyelids, I felt the heat of his release as he came again. When it was over and both of us were breathing hard, he wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping his cock inside me.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

  “I think… I think it would be okay for us to do that again sometime.”

  He chuckled and slowly slid out of my body. I felt thoroughly used, my clit throbbing and my pussy and ass a little on the sore side, but it was the good kind of achiness. He led me into the bathroom and cleaned us both up.

  When we stepped back into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but stare at him as I hurried into my clothes. I didn’t know how I’d lucked out to find a man like him, but I couldn’t have been more thankful. I grabbed some no-show socks from the drawer and the black ankle boots out of the closet. I was glad now that he’d insisted I get them since they went so well with this outfit.

  He headed out of the bedroom, but I wasn’t quite ready. I ducked into the bathroom to finish up. I’d never been much for wearing makeup, but I had grabbed some blush, mascara, and lip gloss at the store, so I quickly put some on, then blew my hair dry. When I was finished, I found Bull reclining on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. I worried my bottom lip and danced from foot to foot. I’d never made a guy wait on me before. He didn’t seem irritated but…

  “I didn’t take too long, did I?” I asked.

  He turned to face me, and a slow smile spread across his lips. “You’re well worth the wait.”

  “Are we taking your bike?”

  “I’d rather wait until I can get a helmet for you. Torch offered to let me continue using one of the club trucks until I can get some other transportation sorted out. You should have a car so you can get around on your own, once this thing with your dad is settled.”

  “You don’t have to buy me a car. That’s too much. The clothes already cost a lot.”

  Bull stood and came toward me, gripping my waist. “Darian, you’re mine. Remember what we talked about?”

  “You’re going to take care of me,” I said softly.

  “Right. And that means if you need a car, I’m going to get you a car. Although…”

  “What?” I as
ked.

  “Your daddy runs a chop shop. He may decide he wants to provide you with one since he hasn’t done shit for you all your life.” He winced. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “It’s fine. You’re right. I never even knew who he was, other than a name on my birth certificate. It’s not like he ever tried to find me.”

  “I still shouldn’t have said that, and I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be an insensitive asshole, although admittedly, I probably am one most days. Not intentionally, though.”

  I smiled and pulled him down for a kiss. “It’s fine, Bull.”

  “I thought we agreed you’d call me Michael,” he said. “As long as it’s just us. I’m Bull to everyone else, but then, you’re not like them. You’re mine.”

  I toyed with his hair as I fought for courage. “Does that mean you’re mine too? Or will I have to share you with those other women?”

  His eyes darkened, and he growled before his grip tightened on me. “I don’t want anyone but you, Darian. Those women were fun for a while, but they didn’t mean anything to me. Half the time, I didn’t even know what their names were. I know that doesn’t paint me in the best light, but I don’t want to lie to you.”

  “They’re so much more… well, more. I’ll never look like that woman from earlier or have her sexiness or confidence.”

  His hand cupped my cheek. “Baby, to me, you’re far sexier than she could ever be. And confidence can grow over time. From what you’ve told me of your life, it hasn’t been all that spectacular so far, but that’s going to change. Everyone in your life has let you down in some way, but I refuse to do that. I already screwed up earlier, and I’ll likely mess up again in the future. But never doubt for a moment that you’re who I want to be with.”